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Thursday, July 7

okay im damn bloody freakking tired

and im aching all over, especially my shitty thighs which--ARGH--when i walk up stairs, hurts like hell. okay i know the language is getting vulgar but be thankful im not using that word. i still cant believe how many horrendousdarnthingys we did yesterday, but yes, one day later, the posteffects have taken place.

post effects after a combination of (shucks dunno how many) pushups situps crunches starjumps duckwalk running
- aching muscles
- feeling of dejection
- drooping eyelids
- tiredness
- not wanting to make garlicchip costume

and i only sold two booklets today.

great.

only consolation was pizza for dinner. thankeww lucayye i love you hawtass <3

and BAO of course. although she still refuses to tell us her script prompt.

and anyone who tried to make my day better. although, seriously, and reallysorry, it was a shitty day.

screw.


10:17 PM